Megan felt even more nervous now, and with her heart beating fast, she stepped over the threshold. The apartment was comfortably furnished. A large room, with chairs, a hearth in which a roaring fire was burning, and doors leading off to bedrooms on the far side. A large rug, made of animal hide, lay on the flagstone floor, and a table was strewn with the remnants of a meal, with empty platters and goblets. Lady Penny Bain, the mistress of the clan, was sitting in one of the chairs, and she looked up as Megan entered the room, rising to her feet and beckoning her forward.
